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I'm in my 50s, but because I'm female and usually travel alone, I make sure someone in the family knows what plane/train I'm on or the general route I'm driving and I call them when I get there and when I get home. Usually, I just leave a message because it's roaming minutes on the cell, but they know I'm OK. That way, they don't worry without cause. Should they ever have cause, then they can tell the cops where to start looking for me.
On another note, perhaps your son doesn't value what he's been given because it has been given to him on a silver platter. I didn't have a car until I could buy it myself. I had small scholarships to a private school, but my dad paid most of it - and it cost the same as buying a new car every year (which was not his style). If I had pulled anything even vaguely resembling what your son did, I'd have been pulled out of school at the end of the semester and brought home to find a job I could walk to in my little rural town. I'd have been paying room and board at home, too, until I found a place to live. When I came to my senses and came crawling back to dad for help, he might have cosigned a loan to send me to the regional state school in the next town over, a fate worse than death. I knew for a fact dad would do this if I got out of line or got bad grades, so I made sure I never did. |
Keeping tabs and silver platters - Glory1863
